Acid

I am in a tiny white room

Although nothing is moving, the room seems to be getting smaller and smaller until I barely have any oxygen to breath

You then flood the room with a toxic fluid, which drowns my soul into you

The fluid pours into my head showing me you going in and out and in and out and in and out of another human being

The water is chilled while all you feel is warmth

The vulgar words that come out of your mouth are sickening

I cry for help feeling like an innocent girl with pink ribbons in her hair, getting skinned from her dignity and strength.

My flesh is all that is left in the toxic water as you ingest my soul and strength

It is being stung over and over again with little electric tugs from the acidity in my thoughts

The hands begin to clench, palms sweaty.

The stinging happens over and over and over as you are grunting and grunting and with pleasure

Faster and faster you go with her as my flesh slowly begins to deteriorate in the small white box

Nothing is left but an acidic stained heart.

The acid begins to spit up into my mouth

My heart has turned purple from the cries, yelps and bruises you have left

You continue to be pleasured with cursing and the honking laughter of your vulgar companions, new breasts, much more fulfilling than mine, and sinful sheets that you wash at each crime

The water floods out and the room returns to it’s white colour

All that is left on the pale tiles is a decayed, warn out heart, a deep purple bruise.